Kiribaku Oneshots

Kirishima's Parents - Krbk (4557 words)

After visiting Bakugou's house and meeting his parents, Kirishima thought it would be nice if he invited Bakugou to his own place: when his parents weren't there, of course. He had two mothers, and he decided they were like the angel and demon that sit on your shoulders. Mama was the nice one, but she was home maybe once every few months due to business trips. Mother was the... not so nice one. 

Mother had stacks and stacks of alcohol around the house: since her wife wasn't there to calm her down, she became a massive, abusive, extreme alcoholic. She said she'd be out for the weekend, so Kirishima took the opportunity to invite Bakugou over for a few days. The blond cursed and rolled his eyes, yet still agreed to coming over. 

"You sure it's fine for me to be here without your parents there?" Bakugou asked, face neutral as they walked up from the stairs to the subway. The train ride was short, but Kirishima's patience was shorter. He wanted them safe in the house, free from paranoia. Though, bringing Bakugou home was a mistake: he could feel it in his bones. 

"I think it's damn well better this way, honestly," Kirishima spat out, a little too aggressive than how he normally talked. Bakugou's eyes widened fractionally before evening out again, "hah? The fuck is that supposed to mean?" Kirishima shrugged, "I dunno, man. Parents aren't fun to have around all the time, y'know?" The redhead grinned as he saw no car in the driveway. He was parent-free.

"I can understand that," Bakugou huffed, following into the two storied house. Kirishima took responsibility this morning and cleaned everything up, but he still forgot that 8 boxes full of beer were sitting right next to the living room couch. "They drink a lot? Shit," Bakugou cursed, eyeing the boxes with caution. Kirishima sighed, nodding as he headed upstairs into his room. 

It was only when they got settled onto Kirishima's bed, starting early on the weekend homework when the sound cut through the quiet household. A car door being slammed. "I thought they were gone- ngh!" Bakugou jumped as the downstairs door slammed into the wall. Almost immediately, Bakugou saw Kirishima start to hyperventilate. "Kirishima-" "under the bed!" Kirishima whispered quietly, shoving quickly at Bakugou. 

"The fuck?" Bakugou questioned, eyes widening as steps thumped loudly up the stairs with a following "Eijirou!" "Please, please, Bakugou please-" He pleaded quickly, fear lacing his expression as Bakugou nodded, silently falling to the ground with his bag and slipping under the bed. Just as he was squished against the wall and the bottom of the door was as far up as he could see, the door slammed open. 

"Why the hell is my shit moved?! And I thought I told you to- what the fuck are you doing?" The woman asked coldly, and Bakugou grit his teeth at her tone. Something was wrong: this was drastically different from how his own mother acted, and he knew that Mitsuki was violent by nature. This woman seemed... worse.

"I-I thought I would start on my homework earlier... I thought you were going to be gone, i'm uh," Kirishima stuttered, obviously scared: his own tone of voice gave it away. What the fuck had she done to make him so fucking scared? "Hm. I appreciate your efforts," she stated, and Bakugou saw her nearing the bed. He scooted back further, his own fear slightly surfacing. For some reason this lady was intimidating and scary on a whole other level.

Bakugou's mouth dropped, and he quickly covered it with his hands as a loud thud echoed. Kirishima gave a pained yelp, and Bakugou flinched as his friend's thick math textbook hit the floor. Did she just use the book to..? "But you should know that my orders come fucking first, bitch. I don't care if you got into your dream school, or I wasn't going to be here or whatever the fuck: I still own your whiny ass."

Bakugou glared at her feet, wanting to move, get Kirishima away, just something-

This time the woman hissed in pain, and Bakugou could only envision what happened. "You fucking- You used your quirk to fucking stop me? If that school of yours is teaching you how to make your quirk stronger, then i'm pulling you out, you fucking dick!" She screamed, voice booming as Kirishima clapped his hands together. "I-I'm sorry! My school is only teaching normal classes: it was just reflexes! I-I can go-" "Hmph. Better be just fucking reflexes. If i find out that you're lying to me-" "I know! I know- I do, I-I'm not lying-!"